A Glimpse

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Grief.

Sharp pain, almost crippling.

Waves.

Emptiness.

Ouch.

Here’s what I saw. Here’s what it looked like.

I’ve seen lots of paintings and artworks about grief, but I’ve yet to come across any that show it from the perspective of the grieving person – what their world looks like, what they see, a glimpse of grief through their eyes. So I began painting the clothing that he left behind.

Shortly after his death, I put all of his clothes only into the bedroom closet and closed the door – shirts stretched from his muscles, his favorite shoes worn and conformed to his feet, a long sleeved shirt with holes from when he was welding something, a leather jacket with a cigarette butt still in the pocket…I used to imagine that his clothes would somehow manifest him and the door would swing open, he would hop out with a big smile and say, “Here I’m am!”

But, of course, he never will

 

2 thoughts on “A Glimpse

    Laura C Frazier said:
    September 11, 2019 at 3:20 pm

    Thanks so much for sharing your grieving. Your art continues to inspire me. ❤

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